Haunted

I have long held that objects, places may hold memories, emotions?

Walking the streets of New Orleans, years after Katrina?

Yes, you can feel it, the manner some passed away. The way most did not know straightaway that they were across the veil. Some still are unsure. 

I am not sure what my point is in this dark time. My place. 

Maybe that the ghosts that haunt us are not aways what one would expect. Some think they are but memories far too strong to fade. 

Some wonder why they are as a person haunted, not a place, not a house, but a person. 


 

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